The loveliest lie

hope

is the loveliest lie

we ever believed—

a bird

with bruised wings

still trying to fly

in a sky

that doesn’t want it.

it sings

when the mind

says silence,

when the body

says rest,

when the soul

screams surrender.

and oh—

how it sings.

but sometimes

the kindest thing

you can do

for yourself

is

to stop

listening.